Do Not Menace Me

Do not menace me with rope, swaying from a tree,
Even though the hangman winks, while phantoms laugh with glee.
Cheer me as I’m sleeping, darling, underneath the sod;
Hear me through the casket’s keyhole as I pray to God,
Begging that the creep who hanged me won’t outlast this day;
Quiet now, the storm winds welter, wailing on their way!

Just fabulous! What’s funny is my daughter just came in (this second) and said there is a white rope hanging from a tree outside her window – the leaves are dropping and it is noticeable now. We moved in a few months ago. I read this poem to her and she is a bit freaked out. Ha ha. Perfect timing.